A black line dividing the spaceA border that breaks the seamless white of the land covered by snowA limit defining an inside and an outsideA sign to give birth to opposite perceptionsHere and there only depends on which side you are on.And each can face the other standing in his own "here"The white ocean of cold snow simply standsIndifferent to our thoughts and fragile sensations...

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​Stories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. ​